Masuk“Do I have something on my face?” Dexter’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.My eyes widened and I quickly looked away.“No, sir.” My voice shook slightly.Oh God. What was wrong with me?Dexter must have noticed the way I was looking at him like a lost puppy.Shit. Had it been that obvious? I wanted to slap myself back to reality so badly. Damn, I felt so embarrassed right now.Did I really look like some stupid teenager having a crush?Can the ground open up and swallow me already?Why was I even looking at him that way? I could still feel the heat spreading across my face.I lowered my head, pretending to adjust my handbag. Please tell me he didn’t notice.I wished I could read minds right now. What exactly had he seen?Did he notice how my eyes lit up when I saw him Or had he somehow noticed the way my heart started beating faster when those old feelings came rushing back?What exactly had Dexter seen that made him ask me if he had something on his face?Crazy how a man wearing
“What the fuck, Athena?” Blake yelled I pulled the phone away from my ear. I had expected Blake to yell when I finally called him, but this was louder than I expected.“Jesus Christ, Blake!” I put the phone back against my ear. “You almost made me deaf.”“Sorry,” he said, although he didn’t sound sorry at all. “But you made me worried. Why didn’t you take my call or at least send a text?”Before I could answer, I heard another voice in the background.“His been going crazy here, Athena.”I immediately recognized the voice.“Fox?”“Yes,” he replied. “You’re on loudspeaker.”“That’s better.”I leaned against the bathroom counter and let out a small sigh.“I was actually about to add you to the call anyway. Listen, guys, I’m truly sorry, but Blake’s call came at the wrong time.”“How?” Blake asked.“I was in the car with Dexter when you called.”I lowered my voice.“He even wanted to know why I wasn’t picking up my calls, so I had to turn off my phone.”“I guess I should have waited until
The elevator doors closed behind us. I stared at the numbers above the door as they began changing.Thirty-oneThirty-two.Thirty-three.My fingers tightened around the key card in my hand.I really didn’t like this but what choice do I have the deed is already done I’ll just have to adapt. It's just a few days I can hold it together there’s no need to overthink it.But my mind refused to listen. I found myself thinking about it all over again.Why couldn’t Dexter just be like other bosses?The type who would book a nice hotel for himself and let his employees stay somewhere else.Or at least on another side of the hotel.Was that too much to ask?I glanced at him. Dexter stood beside me with his hands in his pockets, looking completely relaxed.Of course he was. He probably didn’t even see a problem with this.That was one thing I’d noticed about him since I started working there. Dexter wasn’t a classist.He could be arrogant. Annoying and sometimes completely impossible to understand.
Why couldn’t Dexter just let this go?Why was he even interested in who was calling me and why I had to turn my phone off?I swallowed hard. Maybe I had made a mistake switching it off.He didn’t even know who was calling. I had just allowed my fear to get the best of me.I turned toward him. Dexter was still waiting for my answer. I needed to think of an excuse fast.“The call is from my landlord.”His brows lifted slightly.“Your landlord?”“Yes.”I nodded quickly.“I’ve been having some issues with my apartment, and my landlord has refused to take care of them. Whenever he calls, he’s always nagging me about one thing or another.” I frowned Dexter stared at me for a few seconds.“I didn’t ask for all those details, Mia.”I immediately closed my mouth.“Sorry, sir.”He turned his attention back toward the window.“There are plenty of houses in Las Vegas. If your landlord is giving you problems, you might as well move out.”“Ummm…”I rubbed my fingers nervously against my handbag.“I’ll p
I pulled my jacket closer around myself as I stepped out of the plane. Seattle was colder than I expected Not freezing, but definitely colder than what I was used to.I looked around the airport as I followed Dexter down the stairs.The driver was already waiting near the aircraft with two other men who appeared to be bodyguards.This was actually the first time I had seen bodyguards around Dexter since I started working with him. I wondered what he needed so much protection for.From who?I shook my head. I was just being dramatic. His having bodyguards wasn’t a big deal.It was normal for his kind. I was actually surprised when he didn’t have any in Las Vegas.“Welcome, sir,” the driver greeted as Dexter approached.Dexter nodded.“Everything is ready?”“Yes, sir.” The driver turned to me.“Miss Roberts, your luggage will be taken to the hotel.”“Thank you.”I looked back at my suitcase. For a second, I wondered if I should carry it myself But one of the airport staff had already pic
For the next hour, neither of us spoke unless it was about work.We were both too busy, and honestly, I was beginning to understand why he preferred having me sit opposite him.It really was easier. Instead of getting up every few minutes, I only had to slide a document across the small table between us.“Mia.”“Yes, sir?”“The client profile.”I handed it to him before he even finished asking.He looked up briefly.“You were already holding it.”“I figured you’d ask for it next.”The corner of his mouth twitched.“You learn quickly.”“Thank you, sir.”I smiled.Wait…Am I smiling?I shouldn’t be. It didn’t matter if Dexter complimented me. That shouldn’t make me smile.I quickly wiped the smile off my face. I stared at Dexter for a brief second.He didn’t even notice I had been smiling, which was better for me.But for some weird reason…I couldn’t get my eyes off him.I didn’t know if I would call it admiration, but when Dexter worked…Nothing else seemed to exist.His attention never wan
Dexter El Camino, the eldest son of the El Camino family, now ran what used to be my father’s empire. The company had been absorbed into the El Camino franchise, rebranded, and presented to the world as though it had always belonged to them. As if my father’s blood, sweat, and sacrifices had neve
Losing my parents was only the beginning of our nightmare. What came afterward made everything even more miserable. My father had built an empire. He was a business mogul, and my mother owned one of the largest entertainment companies in Los Angeles. Eventually, their companies merged, creating a
How could I ever forget that night? There was no way. It had haunted me for sixteen years. How could I forget the 5th of June, 2010? It had started like every normal night in our house. The night breeze felt unreal, cool against my skin, calming enough to sink into my bones. I was outside doin
The phone on my desk rang, and I picked it up immediately. “Mia, get my car ready. We’re leaving in a few minutes.” “Oh, where—” The line went dead. He had already hung up. I stared at the receiver. “Where is your car?” I muttered under my breath, burying my face in my palms for a second. Th







